in the cloisters every sound echoed, the hum and buzz of the operations room filtering in through the large arched doorways. the late afternoon sun was spilling through the stained glass windows, and everything was bathed in that signature pink and blue, but versions that were warmed by the sunset, shafts of perfect orange light coming through the clear portions.
underneath all that light magnus was fixing one of his fingerless leather gloves when alec walked up. as usual alec had his thigh holster strapped to his thigh, but instead of a bow he was holding something in his hand that was pitch black and looked overly complicated. which was precisely why magnus asked that.
his brows were pulled together in confusion as he stared at it and then he glanced up at alec with a single raised eyebrow, about to ask where alec’s bow was. but the minute he saw the look on alec’s voice he closed his mouth and attempted not to burst into laughter because… alec looked pissed.
he didn’t only look pissed. he was pissed and that was clear enough. his jaw was tight and magnus caught the tail end of an eyeroll. his lip was slightly curled and exasperated annoyance seemed to have made home in all of the muscles of his shoulders. it shouldn’t have been as funny as it was but magnus really had to hold back his laughter at the way alec seemed to be trying to control himself.
“this,” alec started, sounding less like he was explaining something and more like he was verbally slicing someone in half. “is the weapon i’m supposed to test out tonight.” there was no joy in his voice and he stared magnus down as he shifted his fingers on the black frame and suddenly the whole thing rearranged itself.